Just Grateful. That’s all.

Posted on 2013/05/07 by

Thank You for reading this.  Really, I’m so very grateful whenever anyone visits my blog for any reason.  Thank you, Maria, for always responding to my posts in some way.  And Thank you, M.A., for always “liking” whatever I post — even if it’s crap.  And a special shout-out and humongous THANK YOU to whoever you are in the Bay Area who reads EVERY one of these posts!  I don’t know who you are, but you absolutely MAKE MY DAY all the time!

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Like Muppets for Teachers

Posted on 2013/05/05 by

Like Muppets for Teachers

Let’s talk about teachers for a minute.  No doubt that everyone has their favorites as well as their least liked.  I’ve mentioned a bit about my piano teachers in “People I’m Thankful for Even Though I Hate Them.”  But I’m talking “school” here.

Oh, the memories…  Oh, the PTSD!

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Vagabond – Travel Leg 1

Posted on 2013/05/05 by

Vagabond

Twelve times in twelve years.  And not just any twelve years: my first twelve years of life.  That’s how often our family moved.

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A Tale of Two Agents

Posted on 2013/04/22 by

A Tale of Two Agents

WetFloorLate for the plane, the ticket agent suggested that I go directly to the gate.  I stepped off in a semi-run on the tiled floor and whoop!  My boots slipped out from under me and I was on zi floo’.  I made a lightening-round recovery and looked backed, suspiciously slit-eyed, at the place where I had slipped, fully expecting there to be a puddle of sunscreen there on the floor. Continue reading →

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Bad Words / Good Words

Posted on 2013/04/19 by

Bad Words / Good Words
(Is it a poem, or is it prose? I have no idea.)

I want to use bad words to express my anger that somebody would
With resolute forethought, plan and execute such heinous acts
Of violence
To maim, to kill and destroy their fellow sojourners on this earth.
Speechless one minute.  Feeling like I must have turrets the next,
I am torn sometimes before I remember a few things I’ve learned.

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Poster Child

Posted on 2013/04/15 by

Poster Child

Wa-a-ay back when I started this blog, I made a goal to not allow myself to get mired in the heaviness of life as is my wont to do.  (See “Why the Whimsy.”)  It occurred to me that my posts of late have leaned a bit into the reflective breeze of things which really is about one good tropical storm away from the hurricane of self-pity—which I always affectionately name, “Miranda“.  MyScriptHaving finished my script—and now working on the first rewrite—I think I’ve entered a state of post-prosaic depression.  This baby needs feeding and it’s difficult to get up the gumption to do it.  I am frankly disappointed in myself that the script wasn’t an absolute work of genius and perfection the first time ‘round.  It is good.  It’s just not perfect… which, if I were truthful, I know it never will be.  Great films are never completed; only abandoned.  Left to his own devices, no doubt Orson Wells would have died still editing “Citizen Kane.”
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EILAF-MILFAH

Posted on 2013/04/10 by

EILAF-MILFAH

Hummingbird_129It’s one of those detestably vague acronyms:  Everything I Learned about Film-making, I Learned from a Hummingbird.  Seriously, I absolutely must give one of my characters this name.  It’s simply too good to languor in a blog.  Of course, if the character is female, she would be called, FALIE HAFLIM.  But that’s another topic.

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My Hidden Pool

Posted on 2013/03/29 by

My Hidden Pool

CavePoolI was given an assignment once, in one of the many self-improvement classes I’ve completed over the years, to fill a paper bag with images representative of myself.  More specifically, on the outside of the bag, I was assigned to paste images that represented how I think I appear to the world: my public face.  On the inside, the assignment was to paste images of my inner-life: all the things going on inside of me that no one sees. Continue reading →

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La Carreta

Posted on 2013/03/26 by

La Carreta

LaCarretaA far-away friend mentioned today on Facebook that she was thinking of the Peruvian restaurant here in Provo, “La Carreta.”  “Which is silly, really,” she said, “because I can’t taste right now anyway!  Just thinking about it.”

So, in response, I began writing a little prose to help her “taste” a bit from this gem of a diner right here in li’l ol’ Provo, Utah.  Of course, I have trouble doing anything “small,” and my few lines of prose grew into… well, this.

So, as they say in Peru, “¡Buen Provecho!”

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Late Blooming in the Societal Garden

Posted on 2013/03/15 by

Late Blooming in the Societal Garden

It’s been a while, hasn’t it, since I’ve written here?  And I’m feeling it: The loneliness of a writer.  With rare exception, whenever someone mentions, “Want to do lunch?” Or, “Let’s go catch this movie,” or “go to that play,” I’ve been turning them down left and right.  Can't TMy practiced mantra has become, “’Can’t.  I need to write.”  I think just about everyone knows this mantra in some form or another.  “I can’t. I need to [fill in the blank.]”

But the resultant lack of “time with friends” is beginning to wear on me.  I am an introvert, dog-gone-it!  I like my solitude!  I shouldn’t need social interaction!  And I especially shouldn’t need approbation from anyone about anything that I do.  That would be a massive crater of a weakness in my personality, as I see it.

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